It began as a whisper in the air. The steady sunshine had slowly dimmed, white clouds transitioned to grey, then quickly to black; and when he could hear the rain beating against the castle walls, it was then that Draco ascended the tower.
He slipped behind the ticking clock, pressing his forehead against the cool window. Rain drops raced each other down the panes and he opened one small window to let them dribble at his feet.
Looking to the sky he felt calm, cool and collect. The feel of rain beating through the open pane and onto his face eased his thoughts. It allowed them seep from the mass of confusion within his mind, and into an organised line where he could sort them later.
Draco felt his presence before he spoke. "Students aren't permitted to be behind the clock," Professor Snape said, but slipped into the narrow space regardless.
Draco ignored him, closing his eyes against the breeze and letting the raindrops cover his face. His left arm prickled; it was his imagination he knew. If he concentrated long enough he could make himself feel many things.
"If you stand up here, it's like you're not even crying," Professor Snape offered.
Draco opened his eyes, his gaze resting on the side of Snape's profile. His left arm was stretched out and his fingers traced an aged carving on a stone pillar. Draco followed his fingers over a faintly engraved 'S.S.'.
They stood in silent understanding, raindrops littering both their faces and Draco, just like Professor Snape, agreed that being up there felt like neither of them were crying.
Severus and Draco is always a very interesting pairing and I like to explore it every now again. This is just something small that happened while I was watching the rain.
